Not having the energy to
argue, Paul downed the whole thing in a couple of swallows. “Oh
fuck.” He burped and thought he was going to throw up.
“Try and keep it down,”
Trevor said before mincing off. Paul was so concentrated on not
vomiting that he didn’t wonder at why Trevor had shown up in the
first place.
** * *
Lunchtime, and Paul was at
hisusual table. Sandy sat to his left,
as usual, eating her usual rabbit food. “I’m surprised you don’t
grow long ears, eating all that lettuce.”
Sandy looked down her nose
at him. “Sooner eat this than the carnivorous poison you insist on
putting in your body. Do you know that minced beef will remain in
your gut for eight hours?” She pointed an accusatory stick of
celery at his plate.
They’d had this discussion
many times. Paul wasn’t going to give up his meat pies, and he knew
Sandy wouldn’t stop eating her salads.
“And I’m surprised you’re
able to face anything given the state you were in earlier,” she